Waiting For Silence

even with my eyes closed i hear the way you look at me feel you not wanting me from anywhere, as long as you weren't there, had never been because i dream about the next time you'll look away, hoping i didn't think anything past utter loyalty, the kind that you would kill for, have already, just the way you told me i never understood how you decided who was close enough to live and if, maybe i was too far away trying to protect myself from the brightness of your eyes, would i die by your hand, that just last night pressed against my bloody scar and tried to make me whole again ?

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